Best Modern Novels

Nancy Shirly traversed into a book and became the cannon fodder role with the same name and surname in the book. In order to live to the end, she made a bold statement to her mistress, but she didn't want to be caught by her mistress. The plot that should have been developing normally suddenly became out of expection. Bran Semen coldly threw out his bank card to her, "six million. I want you not to leave ." Nancy Shirly's cried without tears, is her acting skills too bad....

For seventeen years, I was the pride of the Carlisle family, the perfect daughter destined to inherit an empire. But that life ended the moment a DNA report slid across my father’s mahogany desk. The paper proved I was a stranger. Vanessa, the girl sobbing in the corner, was the real biological daughter they had been searching for. "You need to leave. Tonight. Before the press gets wind of this. Before the stock prices dip." My father’s voice was as cold as flint. My mother wouldn't even look at me, staring out the window at the gardens as if I were already a ghost. Just like that, I was erased. I left behind the Birkin bags and the diamonds, throwing my Centurion Card into a crystal bowl with a clatter that echoed like a gunshot. I walked out into the cold night and climbed into a rusted Ford Taurus driven by a man I had never met—my biological father. I went from a mansion to a fourth-floor walk-up in Queens that smelled of laundry detergent and struggle. My new siblings looked at me with a mix of fear and disgust, waiting for the "fallen princess" to break. They expected me to beg for my old life back, to crumble without the luxury I’d known since birth. But they didn't know the truth. I had spent years training in a shark tank, honing survival skills they couldn't imagine. While Richard Carlisle froze my trust funds to starve me out, my net worth was climbing by millions on an encrypted trading app. They thought they were throwing me to the wolves. They didn't realize they were just letting me off my leash. As the Carlisles prepared to debut Vanessa at the Manhattan Arts Gala, I was already making my move. "Get dressed. We're going to a party."

For three years, Vivienne Ashford played the perfect, quiet billionaire’s wife. She endured the coldness of her husband, Crane, and the suffocating control of her ruthless mother-in-law, all while blaming herself for their inability to have a child. But a wine-fueled, misdirected text to a rugged local mechanic named Kai Donovan shatters her pristine, isolated world. Driven by the thrill of Kai's dark, unapologetic attention, Vivienne stumbles upon a devastating secret: her marriage isn't just failing—it’s a carefully orchestrated trap. Crane isn't just distant; he's hiding a pregnant mistress. Worse, he’s planning to steal the baby to secure his family empire while leaving Vivienne with nothing. Instead of crying, Vivienne dusts off her law degree. Caught between a husband who thought she was weak, a mother-in-law who plays God, and a grease-stained mechanic who offers her the only raw truth she's felt in years, Vivienne is done playing the victim. She's going to dismantle the Ashford legacy piece by piece, even if it means unlocking a conspiracy far darker than her own marriage. Crane Ashford thought he could break his wife and get away with it. He forgot one crucial detail: before she was his property, Vivienne Lin was the most ruthless corporate lawyer in the city. And court is now in session.

50,000 viewers watched my husband accidentally live stream himself fucking my mother. Yes, my MOTHER. "God, Natalie is nothing compared to you," he groaned. "I know, baby. I taught her everything, but kept the best for myself," my 45-year-old mother replied. I was in the chat, watching my world collapse. In my past life, I killed myself from the shame. This time, I hit record and called my lawyer.

The alarm blared at 4:00 AM, jolting me from the few precious hours of sleep I'd managed. I silenced it quickly, not wanting the sound to carry down the hallway to Evan's room. He needed his rest—or so I thought. I padded barefoot across the cold marble floor of the Porter penthouse kitchen, my fingers automatically reaching for the light switch. The sterile, high-tech kitchen gleamed under the sudden brightness—all stainless steel and polished granite, designed for a chef who never cooked. Except me, of course. "Twenty-seven layers," I whispered to myself, pulling out the ingredients. "Butter at exactly 62 degrees." My hands moved with practiced precision as I began kneading the dough. The scars on my palms—tiny cuts from years of careless handling of sharp tools—tingled slightly as they always did when I worked. I'd learned to ignore the pain.

Yara Ellis is a medical student hiding in a human university while she studies to become a doctor. Unlike most doctors, Yara is majoring in both human medicine and veterinary medicine while minoring in zoology. Since the packs are constantly at war, she knows that there are never enough doctors to help injured pack members. She's been on her own for several years now, escaping from her previous pack and making her own way in the world, hoping to one day return to her roots and become the premier doctor of the packs. Warren Hill is an Alpha, caught up in the constant wars that abound between the packs and the never-ending battles. He's a young Alpha, strong and powerful, but because of the constant fighting between the packs, he's never been able to find his mate. One day, when Yara is out letting her wolf run, she comes across Alpha Warren, who is caught in a bear trap. She's heard of this, packs leaving traps so that members of other packs get caught and either die a slow death or are easily killed. Warren is in his wolf form, unable to shift without ripping his leg off. Yara carefully springs the trap, releasing him from his metal prison. However, Warren recognizes her as his mate, and when his pack arrives, he's unwilling to leave her behind. Yara doesn't want to return to Warren's pack but is unable to fight against the Alpha. When she hears that the one who desperately wants her, the one she ran to get away from, is now Alpha of his pack, she realizes that the safest place for her might be with Alpha Warren, even if he is her mate and even if he is unwilling to ever let her go.

In their first year of marriage, Melinda's husband never shared her bed, and the loneliness became a craving. She understood why after catching him kissing her sister-she was just a stand-in. When that restless craving finally sharpened into an ailment, she went to the hospital and met a doctor whose steady hands almost unraveled her. The next day, he showed up as the company's new CEO and made her his assistant. "Sir, I have a husband. Stop hitting on me." She had tried to resist, but eventually, she still became his girlfriend. Her ex begged tearfully, "Melinda, let's start over. Don't leave me." Melinda huffed, "Sorry. I'm not interested in a man who couldn't perform in bed."

My grandfather sold me to a man named Maverick to settle his gambling debts. I stood on the private platform at Union Station, a human payment waiting to be collected. But he never came. An hour later, his assistant called to say the deal was off. I was told to disappear by morning or face the consequences. My family blamed me for their ruin and threw me out onto the street. Homeless and disowned, I had no choice but to take a low-level job at Prosperity Group, the biggest investment firm in Chicago. I needed to survive. I never understood why he rejected me. I had followed every rule, worn the red dress he demanded, and waited like a lamb for slaughter. Why would he agree to save my family only to destroy us at the last second? On my first day, I was called into the CEO's office. The man behind the desk was Damien Maddox, the city's most ruthless billionaire. He looked at me with a chilling familiarity. He was the man who had bought me. And he was the man who had thrown me away.

Meadow Alvin was just a teenager when her world collapsed.Born into poverty, her parents worked as servants for the powerful billionaire Anderson family. Meadow knew her place in their world, until she fell in love with the one boy she was never meant to touch.Matt Anderson.The boy who whispered promises of love.The boy who stole her innocence.The boy who destroyed her life.After sleeping with her, Matt shared a video of their intimate moment on the school forum and threatened her into silence. If she ever appeared before him again, her parents would be fired and thrown into the streets.Then Meadow discovered she was pregnant.Desperate, terrified, and alone, she begged Matt—the same boy who once swore he loved her—to stand by her.Instead, he called their unborn child a mistake.He ordered her to get rid of the baby.He erased her existence.With the school principal preparing to expose her and her own parents ready to force an abortion, Meadow had only one choice:Run.Seven years later, the broken girl who once cried in empty classrooms no longer exists.Dr. Meadow Enrique is now a world-renowned heart surgeon brilliant, respected, untouchable.She is engaged to Ethan Hawthorne, the man who saved her when she had nothing and became the father her daughter deserved.Meadow never planned to return to the city that shattered her.But fate has other plans.When she is summoned to perform a high-risk surgery on Adam Anderson the father of the man who ruined her life Meadow is forced to face the past she buried.And the man who once called her child a disgrace…Now stands before her drowning in regret.But regret does not erase abandonment.

GIANNA RAINE The card with the 'Constantine De Graaf' written on it. That's the only clue that I got about the identity of the man that impregnated me. I'm not really interested in getting to know him...all I want is to inform him that I am pregnant. That's all. Then, I can move abroad and live a life with my baby as a single mom. But why am I staring at a familiar face? He had left as Elliott the bodyguard. All of a sudden, he's Constantine De Graaf?! CONSTANTINE I'm on cloud nine when Miss Gianna shows up in my office. But it all disappears when she reveals her purpose. WHO THE HELL DARE GETS HER PREGNANT?!!! WHEN I...NO! NO WAY! I'll do everything in my power to help her. For the meantime, I'll take care of her. Give everything she and the baby wants. I promised Miss Gianna that I'll help her find the father of the baby...but I didn't say alive.

Deborah grew up as the only girl among six overprotective brothers, each powerful, intimidating, and fiercely loyal. In their eyes, no man is ever good enough for their sister. They swore that only they would choose the man worthy of her hand. But Deborah has a secret that could destroy everything. Behind closed doors and hidden glances, she's been having an affair with Luther Cain, the cold, handsome CEO of one of the country's most powerful companies... the Cain Industry..... and her brothers consider their greatest rival. As their forbidden relationship deepens, passion turns into danger. Lies begin to unravel. And when her brothers discover the truth, Deborah must choose between the family that raised her, and the man she's willing to burn the world for.

I was the poor girl from Appalachia the wealthy Copeland family adopted out of "charity," bringing me to a life of New York luxury I could never have imagined. But it was all a lie. I wasn't their daughter. I was a living, breathing blood bank for their precious child, Bridgette, whose life had been secretly saved by my bone marrow. Once I was no longer useful, they decided to throw me away. On the night of Bridgette's lavish engagement party, she and her fiancé framed me. They drugged my water, lured me to a hotel suite, and tore my designer gown to stage a scene. Her fiancé stood over me, his face twisted in disgust. "Did you really think spreading your legs would make me forget where you came from? You're just a trashy hillbilly." Outside on Fifth Avenue, my adoptive parents screamed at me in front of the press, calling me a disgrace. My sister wept, accusing me of trying to destroy her perfect life out of jealousy. They expected me to crumble, to become the pathetic scandal they could discard like garbage. They thought they were dealing with a scared, helpless girl from the mountains. But they made a fatal mistake. The soul of that poor girl was already gone. And I, the top-tier operative known as Glacier, had just woken up in her body.

Once, Maeve had it all wealth, beauty, and love. But after her father’s death, her fortune vanished into greedy hands, and the man she loved abandoned her to please his powerful family. Left penniless and heartbroken, she disappeared, rebuilding her life from the ashes for the sake of her son. Five years later, fate plays a cruel game. At a wedding, Maeve comes face to face with Landon Sullivan the man who broke her heart and the father of her child. His sudden reappearance shatters the fragile peace she’s fought to protect. Now, with Landon demanding a place in their lives, Maeve is pulled into a dangerous web of jealousy, deception, and revenge caught between a spiteful ex-fiancée, a vengeful stepbrother, and a love she thought she had buried forever. As old wounds reopen and secrets resurface, Maeve must decide will she protect her heart, or fight for the family she never thought she could have again? Can love truly survive wreckage of betrayal and time?

For five years, my husband Bennett refused to give me a child, claiming a "Blood Curse" would kill me during childbirth. I believed him. I thought his refusal was the ultimate act of love. That illusion shattered the day I found the surrogacy contract hidden in the gallery archives. There was no curse. There was just Aria—the mistress he paid to carry his legacy while I played the role of the immaculate, barren trophy wife. The truth turned violent when a massive steel sculpture snapped from the gallery ceiling. Bennett had a split second to choose who to save. He didn't look at me. He roared and dove to shield Aria, leaving me to be crushed by the falling beam. I lay bleeding on the marble floor, watching him frantically check her for scratches, completely ignoring my broken body. Even in the hospital, he didn't come. He was too busy playing house with the mother of his future heir. I didn't wait for an apology. I left my wedding ring on the table and vanished to Paris. Six months later, when Bennett finally found me and fell to his knees begging for a second chance, he didn't realize who he was talking to. I wasn't his wife anymore. I was the woman holding the hand of the rival billionaire who had just bought Bennett's empire out from under him.

The day my adoptive brother's lover falsely accused me of pushing her into the lake, I was kidnapped. It wasn't until the third day that I was finally rescued. Limping barefoot to the car, I saw Maxwell, the brother I had loved for eight years, roll down the window. He looked at me with a furrowed brow. "Esperanza, you're too disheveled. Sit in the car behind us." I caught a glimpse of his lover sitting beside him, and with a pale face, I got into the other car and was driven to the hospital for treatment. During my stay, I received a recording. Amidst the noisy background, someone asked Maxwell, "Maxwell, Esperanza is so fragile, aren't you worried she'll turn against you when she finds out you took so long to rescue her?" Maxwell laughed softly, his voice smooth and detached. "Those kidnappers were hired by me. They know their boundaries and won't harm her too much.

I arrived at the studio earlier than usual, balancing a container of Cyrus's favorite lunch from the bistro down the street. The afternoon light filtered through the tall windows as I walked through the main workshop, nodding to a few assistants who barely looked up from their workstations. "He's in the private restoration room," one of them murmured, not bothering to make eye contact. I smiled politely, though my stomach tightened with anticipation. Cyrus had been distant lately—always busy with "important clients" and "critical restorations." Today would be different. Today, I'd surprise him with lunch and maybe rekindle some of that connection we'd been missing. The private restoration room had glass walls—a design feature Cyrus had insisted upon to showcase his expertise to visiting collectors. As I approached, I slowed my steps, intending to knock softly before entering. But through the glass, I saw him hunched over a familiar object. My grandmother's Qing Dynasty vase.

The phone call shattered my world at 3:47 AM. "Miss Evans? This is Detective Morrison with the NYPD. I'm calling about your father, George Evans." My hand trembled against the receiver, the weight of my seven-month belly making it hard to sit up in bed. Noah stirred beside me but didn't wake. "What about my father?" The words came out as a whisper. "I'm sorry to inform you that he was found deceased in his study this evening. It appears to be suicide."

Blurb: They said true love often begins with truth, trust or tragedy and sometimes it doesn't end in "happily ever after" But what matters is the moments and memories, just like Rose Louis a 27 years old woman who was faced with the hard part of life when she finds out that her husband was having an affair with her cousin sister, faced with the brutal betrayal she's also forced to prove herself innocent when both her husband and cousin sister was found dead in a car, with no one to believe her story, when no evidence was found against her she was released yet guilty in her eyes of her loved ones, Rose bravely decides to forge a new path in sunny California. Landing a position at a prestigious wine-making company, she seems poised for a fresh start, even if love isn't on her agenda. A person can never guarantee what might happen next, especially when Rose crosses paths with Dennis Anderson, a 21-year-old boy whose father is the owner of Rose's company. Being an angry young man, Dennis always resorted to violence and alcohol to erase the painful memories of being molested by his uncle at the age of 7 years. Still, things were about to change with Rose in the picture now. Will she be able to help Dennis let go of his past? What will happen when the Anderson family tries to tear them apart? Perhaps they could stand firm and help each other move forward? How will she manage her future with an unresolved past?

After twelve years of marriage, my millionaire husband fell for the new receptionist at his company. Approaching forty, she wasn’t as attractive as me, nor did she have my figure, yet in just half a year, she had given him immense emotional support. Calvin looked at me, exhaustion written all over his face, and said, "If we divorce, you can have the house and the car. Amaia, just let me go." I lowered my gaze and replied calmly, "Okay." Then, I bought a calendar and circled a date. The countdown to divorce: 30 days. When I handed Calvin the divorce agreement, only 40 minutes had passed since he told me about the affair. As per our arrangement, the house, the car, and custody of Noah would be mine. He would give me a one-time payment of $3 million for compensation and child support. After that, Noah and I would no longer be involved in his life. Calvin was in the middle of a conference call.

Aria Carter died betrayed. Her husband ignored her. Her best friend stabbed her in the back. Her family sold her off like a pawn. When she opened her eyes again three years earlier, on the night of her arranged marriage to the city’s coldest CEO she swore this life would be different. No more weakness. No more blind love. No more kneeling. Damian Cross, the ruthless billionaire everyone fears, expected a docile wife to decorate his mansion. Instead, he got a woman who met his icy stare with fire of her own. Society sneers at her as the “Cold Wife.” Her family calls her a disgrace. Her enemies plot her downfall. But this time, Aria isn’t here to beg for scraps she’s here to flip the board. Every betrayal will be repaid. Every secret will be exposed. And the husband who once ignored her? He’s falling, dangerously, obsessively, in love. Yet beneath the glittering empire lies the truth of her first death… and if Aria isn’t careful, the crown she claims may cost her heart all over again.

For three years, Caleb had been obsessed with Joyce’s body. Before the floor-to-ceiling window that mirrored their tangled forms, Joyce murmured playfully against his lips, “Caleb, it’s been three years. Don’t you ever get tired of me?” Caleb only deepened the kiss, his reply muffled. “I’m crazy about you. I wouldn’t tire of you in thirty years.” Afterwards, he left. But at the corner, Joyce heard him say to his friend: “Three years of this act with Joyce. I’m so done.” “I need to speed things up, bankrupt LinCorp, and get Anna her revenge.” Ice water seemed to flood Joyce’s veins. She left a divorce agreement on the desk and fled the country. After she was gone, Caleb lost his mind.

Zara Taylor's life crumbled when her father died, leaving her trapped in a loveless marriage with Ronnie Phillips, who only valued her business intellect. Betrayed by Ronnie's affair with her stepsister, Zara fled the City, raising her IVF-conceived daughter, Hazel, alone. Years later, Matthew Russell, her first love and the IVF donor, reappears with a ruthless proposition: marry him to reclaim her father's stolen shares. "Marry me, Zara. It's the only way you get your father's legacy back." "I'd rather burn in hell," she spat. "But you need me," Matthew replied, his touch igniting desires she swore to bury. Their alliance uncovers mysteries and conspiracies rooted in her father's death, all pointing to Caleb Ross, the man who orchestrated it. But Matthew has secrets of his own, shadows Zara's determined to drag into the light. Desire simmers between them, impossible to ignore. But will Zara surrender to the passion that's always burned for him,

I was at the peak of my pop music career, breaking box office records while secretly enduring the nightmare of being my Boston family's forced bone marrow donor. I thought my boyfriend and producer, Caleb, was my only safe haven. That was until I saw the custom Rolex I bought him on the wrist of his new artist, Isla. A quick investigation revealed he wasn't just cheating on me; he was siphoning millions from my accounts and forging my signature to steal my luxury endorsements. To get rid of me without backlash, Caleb leaked a maliciously edited video to TMZ, framing me as a violent psycho. The hashtag demanding my cancellation trended worldwide within minutes, and my sponsors started dropping me. At an elite Malibu gala, Caleb paraded Isla around, playing the abused victim and threatening to blacklist me from the industry. Isla even fake-cried and threw herself to the ground, accusing me of pushing her out of jealousy. "If you throw a tantrum here, I will make sure you are blacklisted from every studio in this town." I had given him my heart and my resources, only for him to try and drain me dry before tossing me to the wolves. Did he really think I was just a fragile pop princess who would cry and beg for mercy? With the unedited footage handed to me by a terrifying Wall Street billionaire who suddenly took an obsessive interest in me, I put on my blood-red couture gown. I walked straight into that gala, kicked Caleb into the infinity pool, and threw the felony fraud lawsuit directly at his wet face.